"Are you really okay?" "I am acting like I'm okay. Please don't interrupt my performance." ♡ Till this day, I can still hear the screaming, the yelling, the hitting and then the complete silence that follows afterwards. It haunts my memories everyday; like a broken record that won't stop replaying. No matter how many times I pull my hair, scream at the voices, or hide under my bed....they always find a way to get to me. Just like fog, it hovers around me and prevents me from seeing anything that isn't labeled with insanity. Maybe I am going insane....or maybe it's society that isn't willing to except me. Warning: May contain vulgar words as well as triggers and smut scenes. So read at your own will:) Also, the J.K on the cover are my initials... Not "just kidding" because people may think that....lolz